Life is a race track.
If the sky falls down,
if the car loses a tire,
if the transmission bursts:

Keep driving the **** car.
You pick up the pieces and you keep going.

You are the only driver you've got.
I don't care if the car crosses the line spitting and groaning,
and falling apart.

I would rather get out and push that thing in high heels to the finish line.
Then to give up.

Keep driving the **** car.